Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
[Sam Keen]

Ah, I drink in each July day so I can recall some of its light and warmth next December when my snow shovel becomes a fixture on my front porch. I’m not being entirely lazy—just a bit slower. I’m preparing patterns for fall knitting classes, working on a proposal for teaching an online class about the technical side of blogging, trying to figure out how to actually write up the thirty patterns I’ve designed . . . . I’m also doing my day work.

If I run out of stuff to do, I can always mow and weed.

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